Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.